I’m a sucker for all kinds of little quizzes. What color is your aura? How liberal or conservative are you? Are you depressed? What kind of parent are you? What’s your IQ? How secure is your home? What’s your personality type?
I suppose on some level I think these questionnaires and quizzes will somehow help me know myself a little better. Or show me how I compare to other people. Most are very unscientific and the results are just for amusement. After all, if I were serious about gaining a deeper understanding of what makes me tick, I’d cough up the money for a shrink.
Anyway, I just came across a little quiz to find out what flower I am. Personally, I’d have guessed I’m a cactus flower, prickly and dry and rarely blooming at all. Or maybe, at my most idyllic, a nodding columbine in a high mountain meadow. But these probably weren’t options in the flower quiz. My impression is the only options are normal garden-variety species.
Bottom line, the quiz says I’m a canna. A canna!? Yuck. Cannas are okay. But there’s no romance in cannas, no subtlety, no delicacy. They stand tall and straight, usually in masses, like infantry with flags unfurled.
According to the quiz, being a canna means “You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting people know that.” Yes, I stand up for what I believe in, but I am generally very deferential to other people’s opinions. And while I’m secretly proud of myself and my accomplishments, it feels conceited to let others know it.
Maybe I should take the quiz again. I’d much prefer to be a shy little pansy in a shady corner of the garden.
(The second time around, the quiz said I’m an echinacea. That sounds more like me, a casual flower with hidden qualities and not overly showy. Of echinacea, the quiz says “You are a health conscious person, both your health and the health of others. You know all about the health benefits and dangers of the world around you.”)
I’m a daisy? I really need to work on my hard-ass routine! 😯
“You are just a sweet person. When a friend needs a shoulder to cry on, you are happy to offer yours with a box of tissues as well. Once in awhile, you wish you could be a little more dramatic but then sensibility sets back in and you know that you are perfect the way you are.”
LOL!
LOL. Come on, now. Think of daisies as no-nonsense, tough in any condition, able to flourish in the wild, etc. They are good, solid flowers you can count on. I’d be proud to call a daisy my friend. 🙂
Okay. I hadn’t thought of that. But please, no “Daisy” references in front of the guys! 😉
I promise
I’m a snapdragon. “Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh.”
Who, me? 😉
That’s very much the impression I have of you, actually. Maybe there’s more to this test than I thought …
“You Are a Morning Glory
Dedicated is one word for your. You have a tendency to overwhelm other people occasionally with your enthusiasm for life.”
Uh, huh…..
Hmm, the description might work but the image … not so much. I think of morning glories as kind of wispy and clinging. Not at all the you I envision.
I used to be a pretty hard core rock climber… does that count? 😀
I can really see you as a rock climber. You look like the fit outdoorsy type that would do things like that. Maybe you’re a morning glory hanging at the top of a steep pitch at dawn.
I Am A Canna
Drat
Now, now, I think cannas are much more masculine than feminine. (I certainly don’t picture you as, say, a lily-of-the-valley or a fluffy peony or hydrangea. And from what I’ve seen, you very definitely stand up for what you believe in.
Me, I’d take the ehcinacea 🙂 Or alternatively: you could design one of your own with lovely desirable flowers in a no-lose quiz.
I wonder what I am? I’ve always fancied myself as a marguerite…